Not Done Poem by jesica reeder
Not Done
everytime you whisper in my ear
and every little thing you do
you do it just for you
yes do it just for you....
so why cant i be anything at all that you need
i am nothing....
just lovely bones burning in songs.
i so sadly break into two
and each one of me dies
and you are the miracle that can bring me to life
but you dont see me
you will never see me
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4/23/2024 2:31:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Someone cannot see either because they are blind, or you refuse to open their eyes to you.